The bus treked on down the highway.
Peter looked at the notebook in his hand and sighed. He wasn't sure what to write. The page before him was blank, except for the date in the corner, and his pen was unused.
He wasn't even sure where to start. Heaving a sigh, he set the pad downbeside him and put the pen in the spirals. He glanced out the window and watched the road go by him.
"'Ey Petah, am I botherin' ya?" Davy asked, peeking his head over the back of the seat in front of Peter.
"No Davy, what's up?" Peter asked, grateful for the diversion.
"'Ow do you think it went last night?" Davy asked. "Our first concert, I mean."
Peter frowned in thought for a moment. They'd played numerous small gigs at clubs, but a big concert was something else.
"I think it went okay," he replied honestly. "It was a good crowd, pretty energetic, and we played well."
Davy nodded.
"Were you worried?" Peter asked.
"No, " Davy replied. "I thought it went well. I was just wondering what you thought of it."
"PIT STOP!" Micky yelled from somewhere in the front of the bus. Peter glanced out the window and noticed they were pulling into a gas station.
Immediately, everyone began to leave, eager to escape the confines of the bus. As Peter followed the group outside, he spotted Mike at the back of the bus, snoring away.
"Hey Mike, you coming?" he asked his bandmate, who was slumped in his seat, green hat pulled over his eyes.
With a start, the guitarist sat up and opened his eyes. "Huh? What?" Mike asked.
"Pit stop," Peter informed him. "I can't believe you slept through Micky's announcement."
"Yeah, well, I'm tired," Mike replied, standing up and fixing his hat. He turned and headed out of the bus, Peter following.
"'Ey Mike, what did you think of the show last night?" Davy asked Mike. They were standing outside in the night air. Mike was drinking a cup of coffee, trying to wake himself up. Davy, still revved up after the concert's high energy, was eager to findout Mike's opinion. Mike frowned a moment, thinking.
"It was pretty cool," he decided after a few moments. "I mean, we've done gigs before, but nothin' this big, ya know? I loved it man, it was cool. "
Davy nodded.
"What about you?" Mike asked.
"I think it went well, Mike," Davy replied. "I was just wondering what you thought of it." He turned and headed back into the bus.
A few minutes later, to everyone's dissapointment, the bus headed out again. By this time it was near two A.M. and they were hoping to reach their hotel by three. Then they planned to get a few hours of sleep before the next concert at eight P.M.
Micky must have been tired, Davy decided, because he was not only tired, he was also not moving much.
Davy sat down next to the drummer. "You look tired," he observed. Micky glanced at Davy.
"I am," he replied. "How can you be so energetic?"
Davy shrugged. "I guess it was the show, he replied after a moment. "It seemed to have so much energy, ya know? Between us and the crowd? It was groovy."
"Yeah," Micky agreed. "Groovy." He yawned and shut his eyes. Davy smiled to himself, deciding to let him rest.
